GURU






Guru 

How can I develop a strongest awareness of the 
unconscious without being overwhelmed by its power?

How can I develop a strongest senses of compassion 
without falling into trap of sentimentality? 


How can I blow a strongest love of this world 
without employing into the lowering feathers of the flying birds? 



I am the Sun 

The rays are my money 

A day is my functions 

Night is my reflections. 

I am not my body 

Never my mind. 


The end of the broom 
Change to rainstorms 
For the covers to soak 
The land in Nigeria scenes. 

The band's of the broom 
Are the cloudy sky in holy angels 
To unholy gays in the land of blessing. 


Tornados uncover the roofs of 
Survival of the pretenders in 
A form of recamping the hollowland 
To the holyland. 

 @guru deela06082018

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